Twenty-five.

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Twenty-five!

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Twenty-five? She's twenty-five and now hearing that voice that haunted her so? Her ears perked up and she turned her head against the sun to see where it had come from. As her eyes looked behind her, prepared for what might lie there, it was revealed to her that it was nothing. It was a sound of her untamed imagination that would continue to patronize her being. It was just another lie, a figment, a fabrication of the world she held so dear.

The girl whipped her head back around and held back the tears she wished would stay away. She was too old for this. It was wrong to hope for something that was just a dream. An adult could not hold on to lies in a world so bustling of people and full of opinions. Society already deemed her an outcast of sorts for her wild tales and her scars that ravished her body lessened the beauty she once held, so she thought. The years were passing the girl by and seconds she missed wasting upon this subject would never come back.

A fist slammed against the railing and a single tear fell upon it.

"Stop haunting me. I am done wasting time."

Her cry rang out.

"My years are limited and yours are boundless. My heart hurts too much and I cannot take it anymore. The time we had was fun, but the time I have now is to continue without you. I have been through too much and to wait for you, and for you to never come, makes my world terrifying. I have wasted fourteen years of my time waiting! All you have done is watched me perish slowly while you thrive boundlessly."

Her body sank to the floor as she covered her face.

"Stop it!"

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Silence.

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What it had always been. However, a sudden gust of wind rushed past her, pushing her hair into the air. She raised her head and her eyes widened in horror. The landscape had changed and grass waved around her. The silence remained but a field with a path laid before the girl. The blue sky above the hill taunted her. He wished to still torture her so?

"You answer me now? After so long? You- "

But as she went to further her sentence, the world around her started to turn gray.

"Time flows," said a voice. "but in one direction. It will not turn for you, my darling."